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Correct Freedman's Bureau Lyrics
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[Elucid] 25k starting pay play the game Make a name for youself Put the blame on someone else Oh he reached to resist Empty clips and spent shells Just how many in defense it's all blurred Allegations waiting where's the autopsy Toxicology labs they knocking If it was one of your own I bet they'd have the city sewn the fuck up Muscle down the weakest link U [sic] can't stop the bumrush Tactics of a lesser god Feed the beast scan ur [sic] card Carbs in charge quota time mnumbers talk Jeers and taunts fuck 'em all Damage control procedures right out the book Be honest for one You shoot cause u [sic] shook Death squads answer to who? Furtive movements make 'em nervous Bet they grabbing their tool That murder bloody murder Which weasel u [sic] gonna hide behind? State appointed pervert the story it's all designed Vulture time crooked dicks and deep pocket Lifetime desk job offers with full coverage One hand wash the other loyalty is a given Who you calling a victim? Stay away from twice fried pork [Hook] Everybody wanna be a nigga Nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements Trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what they might do [billy] They wanna know if you live what you say But talk is cheap and I'm in the dollar store erry day I've half a mind to rob the place Clean getaway to stalk streets with a pocketful of bad pennies Juvenile Techniques Double Vinyl, paint train Lionel Mind you, the last time shit went down we couldn't find you So, revolution? Color me skeptical like swine flew Crackers still win when they lose, like Rocky 88, King Jaffe, 7th grade, Coming To America, slightly out of touch I wasn't black enough the back of the cheese bus Swiftly dumbed it down, started acting up (you see where that got me!) They dark as Chris Tucker calling me a spear chucker Kid, they really mindfucked ya But make no mistake, I'm Quinn Buckner Black on Black Matter fact errybody in the hood Benjamin Button It's just black don't crack Erry corner Babylon strapped with gats, more plastic than Chinese export And it's looking like we caught Till he use the force There are not the negroes you're looking for Whether synth or beatbox, heat rocks like pipe dreaming in detox Now all I need is a tape fulla disposable cheap shots To get the moniker buzzing like doors to 90s weed spots Super Cat cousin, I'll play the fiddle while ya ghetto red hot [Hook 2x] [Note: I'm pulling directly from the album sleeve lyric book. I'm not sure why Elucid's verses use "u" and "ur" but I figured I'd stick true to what he wrote]
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